The Wicked Fence (1)
As I kneel
I spy
To your body
I can eye
Twenty-five feet away
You are making
My day
I crawl along the
Picket fence
Soft grass under my knees
My heart pounding at what
It feels
To what my two eyes
See
Lying there by your pool
A sight for any man to drool
Naked you are
A beauty by far
Breast and thighs
For my peeping eyes
This view so great
Oh if only you were
My mate
Your body all tan
And tight
This I will remember
Later tonight
To fence end I crawl
Quickly I depart
So swiftly
I almost fall
Over and over for the next
Week
My mind on neighbor
I lust
I think
I’m glad no one saw me crawling there
This must have been quite a sight
But the burden I must bear
Down at the corner store
You I see
But clothes
You now wore
As my eyes
Ran over your body
And breast
You smiled
Tilted your head
To me you coyly said
Grass stains come out
With a little bleach
Copyright © Wayne Shock | Year Posted 2007
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